That Was When He Saw Her Chapter 31, a 7th heaven fanfic

Wilson closed his locker Thursday morning after getting the books he would need for his first few classes and fixing his tie. He was going to find Tyler in the morning. He decided that if Tyler asked him where he had been, he would tell him then. If not, he was going to wait until later, maybe after school. Wilson looked into their homeroom, and Tyler wasn't there. He went to Tyler's locker. Not there. The last place there was to look was the cafeteria, the spot where most of the student body frequented in the morning when they did not have anywhere else to go.

Tyler was sitting with a bunch of the boys in the freshman class at one of the far tables with his navy blue and white varsity jacket on. When Tyler saw Wilson, he immediately stood up and walked away from the crowd and toward his friend.

"What happened? Were you on your deathbed or something?"

"No, uh, could I talk to you for a second?"

"Uh, sure. You're not going to hit on me or something, are you?"

Wilson hit him in his arm. "No." They walked over to a section of the cafeteria that was deserted. "Uh, you know Becca, right?"

"Yeah." Tyler was noticeably confused. "What about her?"

"I, uh, I kind of got her pregnant back in October. We got married like two months ago."

"What?" His jaw dropped. "How- you're married? What?"

"I know, I know. You can't tell anyone though. Becca and I don't want anyone to know. You're the only person who knows besides our parents."

"O-OK. Yeah, sure. Whatever you need."

"Speaking of what I need…"

"What, there's more? I don't know if I can take more. That's some pretty heavy stuff."

"Becca's in the hospital on bed rest. She's got some blood pressure thing and she and the baby are at high risk. That's why I wasn't in school the past few days. I just wanted to know if I could call you for the assignments and stuff if I'm not here again."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"Um, sure. I'm here for you man."

"Thanks. You, you really can't tell anyone, though. Becca made sure I'd take care of everything so no one would find out. If anyone knows I'm dead."

"Don't worry, I won't say anything. It's no one else's business, right?"

"Right."

Tyler grew quiet. "I'm sorry she's sick."

"Yeah, me, too."

"So…do you love her?"

Wilson nodded. "Very much. It's weird. I'm fifteen, but she's everything."

"I could never imagine being married. That's way too much responsibility for me."

"It's not that bad. It's not easy, but it's worth it."

Wilson didn't go to lunch that day. Instead, he went into Dr. Zapata's office. He was seeing someone, so he had to wait until half the period was over before he was able to get in to see him. When the senior who was in there was done talking to Dr. Zapata about his college woes, Wilson's turn came.

"Wilson! So nice to see you," Dr. Zapata said as he shut the door.

"Yeah," Wilson said as he sat.

"You know, I called your house yesterday. Your mother answered and she seemed very distraught."

"Oh, she did? My dad didn't mention that when I saw him this morning. I haven't seen my mom since Sunday afternoon." Wilson knew that last sentence needed clarification. "Becca's in the hospital. She had some sort of preeclampsia scare- I really don't know exactly what happened. But she's on strict bed rest now and it doesn't look like she'll get out until she delivers the baby. I haven't left her side in Sunday afternoon, not until my dad picked me up and took me to school this morning."

Dr. Zapata took a few seconds to process the information. "How far along is she?"

"Six and a half months."

"Oh, wow. That's a long time to have to be in the hospital for."

"Yeah, I know."

"How is she holding up?"

"She's kind of bitter at the moment, but nothing that can't be fixed I guess."

"So she's just sitting there alone all day?"

"Yeah. There isn't much I can do about that. I mean, I have to come to school. I'm spending the rest of the time I can with her. I'm sleeping in the hospital, all that stuff."

"You're a good kid, you know that?"

"Thank you, sir."

"Don't let all of this screw up your academics. I know when things like this happen, everything else takes a back seat, seems unimportant, but your schooling should still be a big part of your life. Make sure you finish out your year."

"I'm planning on it."

"And Becca?"

"I have no idea what's going through her head. But there was something that I wanted to ask you about."

"Yes?"

"What should I do now? How do I tell Becca's school? Because she's not going to be able to come back now until… maybe not until next year if she decides to stay home with the baby for a little while."

"You'll have to work something out with the school. If I were you, though, I'd push for them to allow her to do some sort of home study, and then take her finals and if she passes those then she'll pass for the year. "

"Would losing her year be such a bad thing? She'd just end up in my grade."

"Again, it's up to you. You'll have to talk that over with your wife."

"Yeah." He sighed. "That and her parents. I don't know if she wants me to tell her parents she's in the hospital or not. They might care."

"Just might?"

"They don't really like her."

"So you've said. But she's in a bad way right now. That can tend to make people come around."

"Or push them farther away."

Wilson gingerly entered Becca's hospital room. He was preparing for the worst, since when he left this morning she wasn't in the best of moods. She seemed at least relatively content, so he went over and kissed the top of her head. "Hi honey. I'm home."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Cute." He took his seat next to her bed. "How is the outside world?"

"It's not all it's cracked up to be, believe me." She smiled. "I told Tyler today."

"And?"

"And he's not going to tell anyone."

"Was he shocked?"

Wilson nodded. "Really shocked."

"I don't blame him. If someone told me that I'd be shocked, too."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Look, Beck, I've been thinking."

"Uh-oh," she said with a laugh. "What is it now?"

"What are you going to do about school? You can't go back until next year probably."

"I don't know. School isn't at the top of my list right now."

"I was thinking we could get them to let you do some independent study thing. You could finish out the year here, and they could let you take the final or something and if you pass that then you can pass for the year and advance to the eleventh grade."

"Good luck explaining to the school that I'm pregnant and in the hospital. They'll blow a fuse and kick me out. Then I really won't be getting an education."

"They can't do that. That's discrimination."

"Yeah, but they will."

Wilson sighed, deep in thought. "What if I get your dad to tell them? Then maybe you'll have a chance."

Her head whipped toward him so fast Wilson jumped. "No."

"But-"

"Wilson, stop. Stop your little do-gooder thing for a second and listen to me. I don't want my parents involved. They won't care and, if they do, it'll turn into a big mess. Besides, I got married so I could take care of myself and get away from them. I'm not going crawling back. Not now, not ever. I'm done with them. You knew that."

"Yeah, but extenuating circumstances-"

"There are no such things as extenuating circumstances. And if there were, this isn't it."

"Becca-"

"No." She let out a frustrated sigh. "Stop. This is more my problem than yours and I say no."

Wilson stayed up that night and watched Becca sleep as he pondered the situation. He needed to make her confess something to someone. They needed help; she needed help. They both knew it. Admittedly, the school thing seemed much more complicated than her parents, so Wilson concentrated on that. It would be a more viable option for a fifteen year old boy than taking on an entire school board.

A nurse came into the room and checked on Becca and the baby quietly before walking out. Wilson looked at his watch. It was a little after two in the morning. Wilson thought that no matter how much someone was paid, they couldn't get paid enough to work through the night. That was it. Her salary. Money. Insurance. Becca's parents still paid for her health insurance. They would be notified that she was in the hospital through the bill. There was no way that they could not know.

A/N: Oh, next chapter is the John scuffle. That's a trip, let me tell you. (Not really.) Does Becca yell at Wilson in this chapter? I believe so. And she should. As much as I love him, how annoying he can be!

Health insurance scheme! Muah ha! Review.